#Joan of Arc at the Stake

[i-see-me-in-food]

Just gave myself a fuck ass bob

These bitches were lying I do not look like Camilla Macaulay

[gnawgag]

joan of arc’s death at the stake by hermann stilke// foundations of decay - mcr

[mttonex]

john d'arc 😼

wow he's so cool and good at basketball!!!

[filmfuneral]

now i know how joan of arc felt

[rootsmachine]

lottie matthews // “variations on the right to remain silent,” anne carson

[stigmatam4rtyr]

Joan of Arc’s Death at the Stake (1843, oil on canvas) | Hermann Stilke

[bvdysnatchers]

yes, the horrors are indescribable, but you’ve got to serve!

[drieddpetals]

morrissey did NOT know how she felt

[milfygerard]

THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE!!!! THINGS!!! DAR!!! LING!!!!

[mg549]

and i shall remain...

[ledzeppelinhater]

found out they reanalysed joan of arc's testimony which concluded she likely had a form of epilepsy. i have epilepsy. the ledzeppelinhater lore deepens x 💋

[luckdovica]

'jeanne d'arc was a magical girl' is not what i expected to get from watching a silly little show about a pink haired girl getting traumatized beyond comprehension

[betweenthetimeandsound]

At the Hour of Death

I slept that bitter night, cold, and alone, with only the slightest traces of angel wings passing by. Everything aches, even with the armor stripped off, my heart yearns for such precious things.

If the dawn arrives again, I shall walk, ashamed and broken, yet with every step, I know something awaits me. Others have pierced my soul, to get that secret in blood, yet I know it remains pure-- something promised, and bound to no other.

I sought freedom for those chained and strangled, but even then, it is miniscule compared to the release of souls from the besieged embrace morning begets. I bear my cross, small, but never so slight, as I am bound, and the flame ignites.

Charcoal smoke floating, I give up my ghost, offering itself to the heavens, a dove among crows. Yet the fire keep burning everything which remains of me, until my body forms a halo of flesh and ash. Taking my last breath, I envelop myself in heavenly light, for I was born at the end of the world, yet died to create a new one. --Elda Mengisto (written in 2017)

Author's Note: When I saw @nosebleedclub's prompt for "death sentence", I figured I might share a poem I've written a few years ago. It obviously has Joan of Arc imagery in it (in fact, the original title is simply "Jehanne"), but I still think there are still some strength throughout this piece. What do you think?

[kenstewytruther]

my grandma made me trans (she gave me a book about Joan of arc when I was seven)

[stylishanachronism]

Still thinking about that one review of Howling Dogs like what the fuck

[yet-another-embarassing-url]

as fucked up as catholicism is as someone who was raised catholic i always think it’s nice when i see people discover the saints for the first time and find comaraderie and ancestral familiarity within their stories. like, it brings me back to that little six year old who couldn’t stand bright colors and was always cold and thought living with animals would be the coolest thing ever only to find out there was a dude who’s been deified as The Guy™️ for children and animals and wearing practical brown robes and was like SIGN me the FUCK up